āDo you remember when we first met? I thought I had wandered into a dream.ā
ā J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
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Today's Document

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⣠Chile in a Photography ā£

Love Begins
Cosimo Galluzzi
trying on a metaphor

bliss lane

oozey mess

titsay
seen from Türkiye
seen from Netherlands
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Serbia

seen from Greece

seen from Netherlands
seen from Greece
seen from Guatemala
seen from Singapore
seen from Switzerland

seen from Germany

seen from Chile
seen from Brazil
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seen from Malaysia
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@mellrody
āDo you remember when we first met? I thought I had wandered into a dream.ā
ā J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
āI see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me youāre everything that exists; the reality of everything.ā
ā Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
āEverything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.ā
ā Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me
āWhen I look at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.ā
ā Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
āOf course Iāll hurt you. Of course youāll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absenceā¦ā
ā Antoine de Saint-ExupĆ©ry, The Little Prince
Le Bonheur (1965) dir. AgnĆØs Varda
āFor you, a thousand times over.ā
ā Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
why you bake me
I want silence from you. I donāt even want to hear you breathe. The only thing I want from you is to feel you writhing underneath me, with my fingers against your throat.
Hide and seek 2019.
After playing hide and seek with cows for three years (one, two, three) Iāve come to accept that they will never outgrow the level of three year old children. I have to pretend I donāt see them and call out āWhere oh where could she be?ā. Then they half leave their hideout and shout āI am here!ā, and I still have to act like I really canāt find them. The following bursts of laughter never get old.
Photographer: Klaas Zwijnenburg
Wild Flowers in a Field - Mikhail Guzhavin
he took so much out of you, yet you remained whole.
r.h. Sin
This oneās an older poem titled āGaze.ā
ok iāve decided to become abstract. next time you see me, youāll see a series of colors and have the vague sense youāve just met somebody